When the cleanest sheet of paper was filled by the thoughts of you before I even realize. An ocean of metaphors, coalescence of words and you fit perfectly like they were meant for each other. At first, I was hesitant of making you as my subject but I was consumed by the beautiful words my mind could ever think of—it feeds my sudden stricken feeling I was unknown of. Before I could make my own conclusion, I never knew I was already admiring you. Little did I know I was just drowning on my strange emotions. I never realized that I could bleed on papers with a picture of you inside my head.

Will you ever read the ones I wrote you?

Will you write me back?